Abyss Layer 11 — "The Pure Land of Bliss."

  The name was given by the demons themselves, dripping with irony. There was no scorched earth here, no storms. As far as the eye could see, there were opulent palaces built from flesh and gold.

  This was the residence of the Abyss's highest caste—the "Demon Kings of the Six Desires."

  The Slayer kicked open the doors of the main hall.

  Inside, six Demon Lords sat on their respective thrones. Their forms were twisted representations of the Buddhist concept of the "Six Roots" (Eye, Ear, Nose, Tongue, Body, Mind).

  * Eye King: Covered in thousands of eyes of varying sizes, each weeping pus of greed, seeking to consume all beauty in the world.

  * Ear King: Faceless, with two exaggeratedly massive ears. Hanging from the auricles were miniature, screaming souls, which it listened to for pleasure.

  * Nose King: Possessed a long, trunk-like proboscis, exhaling hallucinogenic perfumes, addicted to the scents of desire.

  * Tongue King: Its tongue was meters long, forked, and covered in barbs, currently licking the brain matter of some unknown creature.

  * Body King: Skinned, exposing bright red muscle fibers, yet adorned with countless exquisite gold and silver ornaments, pursuing the ultimate tactile sensation.

  * Mind King: Formless, a shifting cloud of black mist flickering with countless twisted, pained human faces—consciousnesses it had toyed with.

  They had been enjoying tributes looted from the lower layers.

  When the Slayer walked in, these six kings didn't panic like the trash mobs below.

  They were confident.

  They wielded artifacts passed down from ancient times and wore demonic armor refined over ten thousand years.

  The Eye King struck first. Its thousand eyes opened simultaneously, firing beams of purple petrification rays.

  "Mortal! Kneel!"

  The Slayer didn't dodge.

  He didn't even activate his shield.

  *Zzzzt—!*

  The rays, capable of turning dragons to stone, hit his Abyssal Dragon Praetor Suit like flashlight beams hitting a mirror.

  [Hell Thorns: Energy Reflection.]

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  The black scales on the armor surface shifted their angles slightly.

  *Flash!*

  All the rays were reflected back along their original paths.

  Before the Eye King could react, it was hit by its own attack. Hundreds of eyes burst instantly, blinding it and eliciting a wretched scream.

  Next, the Ear King launched a sonic attack.

  The Slayer made a simple move.

  He raised the Chaingun and spun it up to max RPM.

  *HUMMMM—BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!*

  The roar of the Chaingun—pure, physical noise—drowned out the Ear King's sonic waves. Simultaneously, the enchanted bullets turned its giant ears into sieves.

  The Body King roared and charged, attempting to crush the Slayer with its powerful physique and artifacts.

  The Slayer stowed the gun.

  Drew the Thunder Sword.

  One slash.

  Purple thunder-sword energy flashed. The Body King, along with its proud gold and silver jewelry and protective artifacts, was sliced cleanly in two.

  So-called "God Gear" is just scrap metal before true God Gear.

  The remaining three kings were finally afraid.

  They looked at the Slayer.

  At the self-repairing Demon Dragon Armor.

  At the shotgun spewing frost and lightning.

  At the automated shoulder turret tirelessly firing missiles.

  This wasn't a battle.

  It was a "Stat Check," and they failed.

  It was like a regular player who had grinded hard for a set of blue gear suddenly encountering a whale warrior with full +15 reinforced gear, maxed-out gems, and cheats enabled.

  How do you fight that?

  You don't.

  The black mist of the Mind King began to tremble. It tried to mentally control the Slayer.

  But the moment its consciousness touched the Slayer's...

  It felt only one emotion.

  Rage.

  A rage so pure, so vast it was unimaginable. Like a boundless sea of fire. The Mind King's speck of psychic power was thrown in and evaporated instantly.

  "AGHHHHHH!"

  The Mind King screamed and dissipated.

  The remaining Nose King and Tongue King slumped on their thrones.

  Their power, wealth, and equipment—everything they took pride in—were worthless before this man.

  The Slayer walked up to them.

  He didn't speak.

  He simply raised the Tiger Soul Chainsaw.

  *"ROAAAAR—"*

  The chainsaw was picky, too. It smelled the rich blood of high-tier demons.

  The teeth spun.

  Blood sprayed.

  ...

  Netherworld, Control Center.

  Singularity watched the last two kings fall on the screen without much surprise.

  "Expected."

  Singularity wrote in his notebook:

  "The Rulers of the Abyss are used to overwhelming opponents with resources. But they met an opponent with more resources, better gear, and vastly superior skill."

  "This is... a dimensional strike."

  Singularity watched the Slayer standing amidst corpses and treasures, not even glancing at the gold.

  The Slayer was checking his ammo.

  His eyes remained calm, indifferent.

  In his view, these so-called Kings were no different from the Imps outside.

  They were mobs.

  They had to die.

  "Alright, Phase One 'Cleanup' is officially complete."

  Singularity closed the notebook and looked at the huge black vortex unlocking in the deepest part of the Abyss on the holographic map.

  "The Slayer's gear is now 'End-Game BiS' (Best in Slot). The road ahead... won't just be simple mob grinding anymore."

  *Next Chapter: Phase 2 Settlement. The Slayer has slaughtered his way through the Abyss. It was fun, but he notices the mobs seem to be getting scarce? Singularity says: Time to change maps.*